"Um, give her candy?" Kiara fired off energy rounds in the horde of demons, killing them off one by one. Their combined firepower was enough to keep the small fry at bay, not allowing them to enter further past the door. "We could always bribe her with sweets. She has the mentality of a 9 year old. . ." Something soft landed on Kiara's head, and she briefly whirled around and starting slashing everywhere. The soft thing blocked her vision and she was trapped in the darkness. What was it? Some new kind of stealth demon? A trap? Some othe-oh, it was just a shirt. Kiara took the thing off her head and stared at it.

It was a plain black shirt. "Consider that a gift from me." Sandal flickered in and out briefly before pointing to Vincent and disappearing again. "Of course," his voice lingered, "If you prefer he remain shirtless, I won't judge. . ." Cheeks burning slightly, Kiara tossed the thing in Vincent's direction.

"Hurry up and put it on," she muttered. "I'll cover you."

"I'm sure you will," Sandal's voice rang out. Kiara made a note to never again listen to strange men who's names were that of footwear.

Outside, the dual reached its climax and both sides slowly began to yield. The undead did nothing now, simply watching their mistress weave and dodge away from the Devil's blade. Seeing an opportunity, Mary lashed out with a free claw, catching a small flick on Webster's face. A small flick was enough, and Webster immediately felt a burning sensation on his left eye.

Hissing, he rocketed forward and tackled Mary. Holding her down, he commanded the black sand to coat her wings, completely dissolving them into nothingness. The dark clouds above began to disperse slowly, and even the undead began to crumble apart. Mary glared up at Webster now, but this time a spark of that old fear was present in her eyes.

Webster grinned, his left eye slowly being torn apart. 

"You haven't changed Death. Even after all this time, you're still just a bothersome little bitch. How annoying. He plunged the sword, now coated in the black sand once more, into Mary's right arm. Mary gritted her teeth and shut her eyes. She couldn't be killed, so Webster decided to make her suffer physical pain as much as relatively possible.